Date: Thu, 11 May 2006 11:15:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle the closet queen from Miami 3

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Kyle lay stoned in bed; he'd been smoking more than three joints in one
hour. I was raving mad at him because he would have to satisfy a customer
in an hour.

-Kyle, get your butt out of that bed and get ready.

-Ready for what, dad? Hahahaaahihi, he laughed.

-Get fucking dressed, you moron or I'll drag you out myself.

But he continued laughing like a mad man, he was off the planet. I flung
the sheets over the edge of the bed, grabbed him by both arms and made him
sit up.

-Listen well, you stupid...what are we going to eat today and tomorrow,
huh? Do you think you are going to ruin my day?  Your pussy is mine for as
long as I need money coming in. Anyway how did you get that dope?

-From a friend.

-You have no friends here. Get up. Where is your G-string that our last
customer gave you?

-I threw it away.

-What?

-I hate strings.

-We have customers who love to see you in that. Ok. Fuck it, you will go
naked in your jeans and I will bring you to that guy myself.

Kyle was off again, his eyes closed and a broad smile that went from ear to
ear.  He lapsed back into his floating state. I let him lie on the bed and
looked at him.

-He is worth a fortune, I will never let him go, somehow I can make more
money with him but he should never find out, I thought

I sat myself down next to him and began to stroke his flaccid cut cock. A
beautiful Jewish cock lay exposed for me to admire. The tufts of his pubic
hair curled around the base of a twenty three centimetre cock... He was
proud of his cock, he told me. That's why girls liked him he said, because
of its size. Bullshit of course, the girls were actually men in the
past. My fingers went into a bee line over the veins from the base to where
the foreskin had been removed. My left hand lowered itself below the heavy
laden ball sac. I weighed the bag and rocked those balls inside. His hair
up his crack was shooting up real fast and it was barely a week ago since I
shaved him. Time for another shaving party? Yep. I turned him on his tummy
like a lame doll. He said nothing, no resistance, he was absolutely
gone. First I wetted his crack with a sponge with lukewarm water. I used
washing powder to clean him in there as we ran out of our deluxe soap. His
ball sac sat clenched between his thighs, his long cock had its eye turned
to me. Yah the balls needed shaving too. The blade skated elegantly from
egg tot egg and from there I climbed his entrance over the ball sac ridge
to his puckered hole. With one hand I parted the meagre ass globes and
curved them nicely without a cut. When he was done I had myself totally
aroused in my pants. I couldn't just leave him like that. I lowered my
pyjamas, spat a gross wad of phlegm into his crevice and nailed him in
there. I spiked him like a bull. The phone rang.

-Hello?

Si, senor, esta pronto ( he is ready) but I think you must come here to my
room in the guest house...yes...good...ok...yes, come here, I wait for you,
senor.

Kyle would never wake up in time. The customer would come over and would
have to take him like this. I moved faster, trying to get him awake by
fucking him real hard, but Kyle only laughed like mad, the harder I went
the harder he laughed. I nearly fucked him an hour non-stop. Yes, I was
certainly sexually active much to the unbelief of many of my age. I was
only fifty, but an ass like this would turn me on in a minute. I released
all the semen that I had between Kyle's white buns and rubbed it in. Kyle
remained like that on the bed.

I heard a knock on the door. I opened up at a sting. It was the guest house
manager.

-Yes?

-Someone for your son, senor.

-Hang on.

I quickly threw the blanket over Kyle's spunked over ass. Ran back to the
door and said:

-Yes, let him come in.

To my surprise, the man who walked in was a man in his thirties, well
dressed with tie and everything and nice Borsalino on his head. Our room
was so small, a real backpacker's shack, I was embarrassed to receive him
here. He definitely looked he was an upper class gentleman.

-Where is the masseur?

-Here, senor, I pointed at Kyle under the blanket.

-Can I see?

-Sure sir, adelante (go ahead).

He carefully withdrew the blanket and looked at Kyle's bare bottom, his
legs still spread by my doing.

-Is he sleeping?

-No, he smoked a bit of grass.

-He cannot massage then?

-No, but you can massage him, I smiled.

He got the message. The guy was not embarrassed a bit. Straight away he
took of his blazer, shirt and necktie and threw it all on my bed.

-You want me to go?

-No, please, stay; I like being watched when I fuck a young guy like
this. It makes me hornier.

-Ok, be my guest.

The man had long black shiny hair, a descendent of some Indian community in
the mountains, I guessed. His body was well shaped and once undone of his
shirt I noticed a washboard of muscles. He breathed faster with every piece
of clothing he stripped. Nervously but happy he got rid of his cotton
trousers. He wore black Boss imitation briefs. The grand surprise of what
was in there had me getting dry in my mouth. With a flick of his wrists,
the briefs were rolled down. The man had what it took, a brown coloured
cock, at least the size of Kyle's if not bigger in circumference, a bush of
jet black pubic hair, a two centimetre foreskin that hung loose leaking cum
by a long thread. He saw I had noticed the spidering cum from his hidden
glans.

-I am sorry, sir.

-Don't worry sir...?

-Angelito.

-Angelito (little angel)?

I beamed at him and said.

-I am sure that you are an angel but with such endowment you are not so
small an angel, if you ask me.

He said nothing back but moved towards Kyle. He turned him on his back,
grabbed his legs and put them over his shoulders, while he sat on his knees
and his butt touched his heels. Angelito looked into Kyle's opening
eyes. Kyle had a wanton grin over his face and said:

-Hi, beauty...

-Hi, Gringito. How are you?

-I am in heaven, what about you?

-I'll be in heave soon when I enter your pussy.

-Really? Kyle asked as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

-Yes, so be ready when I knock on your door with my ram, because you cannot
refuse an Angel coming in.

-I guess so, Kyle babbled.

-You feel ok in this position, Gringito?

-Yes, I am always in this position, I get used to it.

-Ok, then, I will knock on your gate now.

The fat big rod came out of the wrinkled foreskin which Angelito had
started peeling back. There wasn't much lube needed. The pre cum was so
abundant that rubbing some of it against Kyle's dormant pussy facilitated
Angelito's entree at once.
 The cock jutted up and down the cleft. The shaft was bursting with life
and directed by Angelito it went straight in.

-You are tight, my Gringito...but I need to get to heaven. Uughgg,
yeahahhah, and here it comes.

Kyle grimaced and his eyes turned to slits because of the pain he felt.
The cock head was only in half way, there was still like twenty centimetres
waiting to take hold of him. Angelito pushed even harder, it looked like
his monster cock was going to rip Kyle's ass apart.

-Stop, it please, Kyle gibbered.

He seemed to wake up out of his morose state.

-No, my dear, we are nearly there, just relax and Angelito will take care
of you, I said.

Angelito's ass was round like an apple. With every push I saw the nerves
tightening. I crouched to get a better view of him screwing Kyle, but at
the same time I had my nose nearly up the Angel's anus.  Kyle, had tears in
his eyes, not that he was crying, he just suppressed the pain he wanted to
take as a man. Angelito stopped a few seconds now and then only to restart
the humping with more vigour. Ten more centimetres, the base of the shaft
was like five centimetres diameter. This was going to stretch Kyle's pussy
forever and would be good for future customers. Some of our customers had
complained about his tightness. They recommended he'd go to sleep with fat
cucumber up his ass for a few weeks. Kyle of course didn't want that. So,
his own mistake, he felt the brunt of his will to remain tight. Angelito
finally saw the last of his cock get stuck to the sphincter. Now he only
started pounding Kyle's ass.

-I am in heaven, Gringito, I really am. Thank you for opening up the gate.

Kyle rolled his eyes and bit his teeth. His body shook up with every dash
Angelito made. He was a powerful fucker, the balls swung back and forth,
the pubic hair tickled Kyle's ball sac, and Kyle began to move with
Angelito.

-Yes, yes, he sighed, yes, yes, you can stay in me, Angelito.

Kyle once again closed his eyes and began to hum a song. Angelito looked
back at me.

-Come here sir, please.

I got up and stood one hand away form the man's face.

-Open your fly, fast, man.

I unbuttoned my five-o-one and lost my cock in his left hand. He gobbled it
in and rimmed my short cock like mad, while he kept pouncing Kyle's
pussy. Kyle had no idea, his eyes were still closed and he went on humming
this strange song. I didn't have too much semen left, but I felt it rising
in my shaft. Then I exploded and at the same time Angelito's torso
shuddered so violently that I realized he had shot it all in Kyle. I blew
my last droplets in Angelito's sensual mouth. Angelito withdrew his bull's
cock still hard form Kyle's sore butt hole and grabbed Kyle's head, pushed
it over his creaming cock and said:

-Suck Gringito.

Kyle opened up his eyes and big mouth- he really had a big mouth. When the
cock went in he still had room for another, which made me jump to the
conclusion he could suck both of us a t the same time. My stumpy rod moved
in together with Angelo's fat salami.  Kyle looked at me and then at
Angelito and sucked on. His tongue tickled us so much we got hard
again. Both of us grabbed an ear and pulled him farther over our cocks, and
then we slid them out and pushed our balls in.

-There you are, Kyle, you have become a super slut.

Angelito, powerful beast as he was shot another wad in Kyle's and said:

-Thank you Gringito. You are the best Yankee whore I ever seen.

Kyle said nothing fell back on the bed, closed his eyes and was off the
planet once more. I threw the blanket over him. Angelito sized me up and
asked:

-You have any souvenir of him?

-Maybe...

 I looked around and found a few stinking socks, briefs with a stain of
Kyle shit in it.

-That's all there is, Angelito. But it is going to cost you.

-How much?

-A hundred dollars.

-The guy opened his wallet and handed me a hundred cash.

-How much for the fuck...?

-Another fifty for him and fifty for me.

-Excuse me?

-Well, you grabbed my cock too, didn't ya?

-Yes, but you are not Gringito.

-So what, you sucked it, you liked it and now you pay.

-Are you available too then?

-You may say so, a service is a service, I smiled.

-Ok, then, next time I will think about hiring you for some friends. Hasta
la vista, senor...?

-Senor Gringo.

 He left the way he came, I had two hundred dollars, but Kyle would only
get five soles.

I ripped the blanket away, got my pants down and began masturbating over
Kyle's butt.

-Me not sexually active, huh Kyle?

He said nothing, he was asleep. The sheet was wet with Angelito's cum and
mine. I pushed Kyle over onto his tummy, got the sponge over his beaten
butt. As I parted the cheeks I noticed blood leaking out of his crack. He
really had given a hard time, that Angelito. Kyle would get over it; he was
really no virgin no more. I stuck my tongue in his butt and licked the warm
blood away. It was tasty and exciting. I looked at my clock. It was only
eight pm, in two hours another customer would have to be satisfied. Kyle
was a gold mine.


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